I'm kinda concerned about yesterday, since I really did almost nothing after work (besides make dinner, I mean.) Not even a cooking blog post. I'll talk to my therapist about it tomorrow.

We had an intersting weekend - Sunday afternoon, I checked my email (this was before we took part in a conference call, where I am the token non-male and am horribly bored) and discovered that our old rabbi's oldest daughter was now engaged, and the party would be that night. Jonathan had actually spent Saturday night at the old shul, where they had a music cafe and he got to hear a high school friend perform, and there was absolutely no word about this there. This means she got engaged Saturday night.

Which means that her family put together the l'chaim on less than 24 hours notice. You would not have known. The bride (one becomes a bride as soon as one gets engaged, and remains one for the first year of marriage), who has a brand-new sister-in-law with the EXACT SAME NAME, looked beautiful. The wedding won't be until June.

Couple of interesting bits that I'd noticed from both the sheva brachot and the earlier engagement party for her brother - the two sides of the room were entirely different. The men's side had long tables with trays of cold cuts and cookies and bottles of vodka and wine (and soda and water, of course). The women's side had round tables, with a big dessert display (fruits, cakes, cookies) and a couple of bottles of soda and wine on the tables. Both sides had hot food in steam trays. The women's side also had a hot water urn and tea and coffee. It was like there were two separate parties. Which there practically was.